𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀
One would think I'd be afraid. Scared. I've been hurt and marred by floggers and whips so many times, I still carried the scars. But not with him. Not with Anthony. Because I trusted him. Deep down, I knew he would never push me beyond my limits, and right now I was sure there were no fucking limits left for me.
"I own you in so many ways right now," he murmured, teasing my clit with the tip of the flogger. "Your body has been mine for a while now…but after tonight, I own your fucking mind as well." And then he struck again, the sensitive skin between my legs burning from the leather, yet so fucking close to pleasure. I moaned, cursed, and my body writhed.
Anthony grabbed my knees and spread them as wide as they could go before slamming his cock inside me.
